My wife and I have a great
marriage. We can talk about anything and rarely have any
secrets. When we first met I told her I had a panty
fetish and like to wear women's panties. She was
intrigued and turned on by this. We have a very good sex
life, sometimes she makes me dress-up as a sissy in her
clothes. My life in diapers was about to begin.

One morning we
woke up and realized I had wet the bed. She was rather
amused by this and started talking to me in a rather
motherly way. "Did my little boy have an accident and
wet the bed?" I couldn't say anything, standing there
with soaked panties and tee shirt. " I think we might
have to take some precautions to prevent this from being
a habit". I looked at her puzzlingly, but she just
said " we'll just wait and see how things go today." I
soon forgot about my bed wetting as it did happen
occasionally and was no big deal. It was Saturday and
that meant it was errand day. My wife told she was going
out for a minute and when she got back we would go
shopping.

I busied
myself with a few odd chores and another cup of coffee
while I waited. I was out in the drive when she returned
and told me "lets go, I want to get home to do some
gardening before dinner." I wanted to go to the bathroom
first but figured I would be ok. Off we went, first
stopping at the home improvement store to get all kinds
of gardening stuff.Then we stopped to look at towels for
the bathroom. It seemed to take forever, shopping with a
bunch of chatty women in a linen store! I was starting
to feel a little anxious as I felt a more urgent need to
pee. Finally we left and were headed home. My wife
wanted to stop and get some fast food for lunch and I
thought that's great I could use the restroom at the
Burger King. As we pull in she goes to the drive through
window telling me she was in a hurry to get home. I was
starting to get desperate and had even spurted a little
into my panties, hoping she wouldn't see me squirming
with a wet spot on my jeans. Little did I realize she
knew only too well how close I was to wetting my pants.
It seemed that everybody was just moving at the slowest
pace possible. I was about to lose control and flood my
pants when we finally go moving. At least with the
motion of the car she might not see how much I was
struggling to stay dry. As we took our exit for home, we
hit a good sized pothole in the road. That caused
another good sized spurt of pee into my already wet
panties, making the wet spot grow noticeably bigger. We
pulled in the driveway and even before the car stopped I
was out and running for the door. I fumbled in my pocket
for my keys and realized I hadn't driven, I didn't have
any keys with me! I turned to see what was taking my
wife so long and lost control of my bladder. She was
standing there with her purse and shopping bags just
shaking her head saying "tsk, tsk, my little boy didn't
make it to the potty again" I looked down and say a huge
wet stain on my jeans all the way down both legs, into
my shoes and starting to form a puddle at my
feet. "Lets get you inside and cleaned up before the
neighbors see you." She unlocked the door and I followed
her inside. " Well it looks like my little boy is having
a difficult time staying dry these days. Maybe we need
to find some way to help him." I was mentally and
physically exhausted from trying to hold on to my pee. I
just stripped off my wet clothes and went to wash up. I
came out of the shower and went into the bedroom. There
stood my wife with her hands on her hips pointing to my
soggy pile of clothes. " I think we need to have a talk.
Last night you wet the bed which is not all that
uncommon for you, but today you wet your pants like a
toddler when we were only gone for a couple of hours. I
think we need to put you back into diapers for a while
until you can get control of your wetting." I tried to
explain that we had left before I had a chance to go to
the bathroom but she wouldn't listen. "You are supposed
to be a big boy, big boys don't wet their pants, only
babies wet their pants, and they are put into diapers!"
I looked past her to the bed and saw a stack of very
thick looking disposable diapers and several pairs of
plastic panties. "Come over here and lay on the bed" she
ordered. "I am going to put you back in diapers until
you can prove to me that you will be able to stay dry
like a big boy!" I couldn't argue with her, I was just
too overwhelmed by everything that had happened. I
climbed on the bed and lay down as she ordered. She
proceeded to rub baby oil on me and quickly taped one of
the diapers on me. "Well little boy, stand up so I can
put some waterproof diaper panties on so you won't
leak." I did as told, wondering what she had in store
for me next. She pulled a tee shirt over my head and
exclaimed "Here you are, dressed for the day." I looked
in the mirror next to the bed and could see that the
shirt came only to the top of my butt, leaving my very
bulky diaper sticking out behind me. It was just like it
had been when I wet my bed as a young boy, made to wear
diapers all day as punishment with my butt showing
so everyone could see I was wearing a diaper. My wife
hugged me, patted my padded bottom and said " You have
had a busy morning, lets go eat lunch and we can take a
nap this afternoon." With all that happened, I had
forgotten about getting burgers and realized how hungry
I was. While eating lunch my wife commented on how cute
I looked with just a diaper and tee shirt on. I must
admit it felt very comfortable and brought back memories
of my youth. "Maybe we can get you some cuter panties to
wear over them" she added.She seemed to be taking this
all very casually like it was no surprise I had wet my
pants. I thought to myself she must have gotten the
diapers when she went out earlier today! She had planned
this! I looked at her with a sudden look of realization
and she just smiled. "You have been having more frequent
bed wetting incidents and I have let them go without any
changes. I felt it was time to start taking better care
of you so I figured I would make you wet your pants to
show that you really do need to be wearing diapers. It
wasn't really that hard, you have been so close so many
times and even wet your pants thinking I wouldn't find
out." I had to admit she was right. I really had been
close, sometimes wetting as I rushed into the bathroom.
She of course, knew this from all the wet panties in the
hamper. One time last week I had been so desperate that
I didn't have time to pull down my pants and just sat on
the toilet and peed in my pants. "Don't you feel better
wearing a diaper?" she asked. I told her it really did
feel comfortable with a snug diaper on me. "Why don't
you take a nap while I do some yard work. I will check
on you in a while." I had little choice but to agree. I
went in the living room and curled up on the couch. I
was soon asleep. The next thing I remember is my wife
standing over me gently shaking me awake. "Baby, wake
up, it's almost dinner time and your diaper is soaked.
We need to get you changed into a dry diaper. My little
boy was very tired!" I hadn't realized I was asleep the
whole afternoon. Waking up wet wasn't going to get
me out of diapers anytime soon. "Don't you worry, I have
some extra absorbent night time diapers for bed time."
My wife told me. There I was, wearing a soaking wet
diaper with my wife telling me she had an even more
absorbent diaper for bed time. I felt as if my life was
changing and I was powerless to control it. "Oh, I also
bought you some daytime training panties for you to wear
to work, just in case." she added. Things were going to
get interesting........